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Monday, 14 March 2011

Missed Opportunities...

Armed with the extensive information, I chose the time period 'two hours before flying to Paris' to try to procure a marvellous Nikon Coolpix camera.

FAIL!

I am now the proud owner of practically the only camera that Currys could offer me, which is a Canon Ixus 105. The lovely lady in the store advised us helpfully that the worst time to buy a camera is the day before you go on holiday, as you are likely to spend the entire time trying to work out how to use the damned thing.

GULP!

Needless to say, the practical instructions (or should that be 'destructions?') remain in their tight cellophane cocoon, and GJ and I did manage to work out the machinations of the camera nonetheless. Photographic evidence of our Parisian sojourn will be displayed at a later date, for reasons that shall become clearer in time...

You see, the trouble with buying a nice piece of kit, such as a digital camera, is that you spend most of your holiday trying to prise it out from the paws of your ever-so-techie other half, while he pretends to be a slightly younger and a tad porkier, blond version of David Bailey...

You will also find, that the very moment you need the camera - as you visit Paris around the time of Paris Fashion Week - to capture the fleeting image of divine French designer, Jean-Paul Gaultier, who happens to be crossing the road before your very startled prying eyes, your other half is trapped inside a hermetically-sealed, hygienically self-cleaning, public loo (GRATUIT!), with said camera in the inside pocket of his yachting jacket.

We bring a camera on a trip only once every three or four times. I find that the camera tends to take over and we spend too much time taking photographs of what we supposedly did rather than spending time actually doing stuff :-)

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All about Fhina:

This side of fifty, I'm a mother, wife, orphan, friend, psychotherapist and counsellor in that order... My son, Grizz, is 21 and left the nest last year. My hubby, GJ, is fifty-one going on fiveteen!
I am a rat-wrangler in training, as mad as a ship's cat and one of life's random ramblers...
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